I’m elevated [I’ve become a whore so I prepare to breathe]
I’m stimulated [I’m becoming sworn to you for secrecy]
I’m re-created [anything you want I will forever be]
I’m glad you made it

Spiritualize my sensuality, in your eyes, between you and me

You’re elevated [connected to the depths of the seven seas]
You’re stimulated [I can feel your pulse and now it’s part of me]
I’ll be creative [anything you want I will forever be]
For you I’ll save it

Spiritualize my sensuality, in your eyes, between you and me

I can’t evade it
You’re all I’ve needed
I am created

This has been a hell of a trip.

The weekend booze-up, out with your mates
To the Indian restaurant–open til late
Mugs out of nightclubs, hungry and cold
Last chance for action before they stagger home
Work, ties, empty minds.
Years of lies, dumb and blind
Caged, bound and ready to ruck
Crudely wrapped, fed, fucked
It’s easy in numbers to make racist jokes
ANd you have to prove to everyone you’re one of the blokes
No imagination, never stopped to think
A lack of respect, a bellyful of drink
Work, ties, empty minds.
Years of lies, dumb and blind
Caged, bound and ready to ruck
Crudely wrapped, fed, fucked

[Chorus]
Picture us married, you and me; K-I-S-S-I-N-G
I remember the first time, girl you and me; F-U-C-K-I-N-G
Girl picture us married, you and me; K-I-S-S-I-N-G
I remember the first time, girl you and me; F-U-C-K-I-N-G

[Nas]
She was the modern Isis, honey thought she was priceless
Perfect definition what a wife is, I like this
Showed me how excitin life is
I used to hang around dudes that used ice picks
The sheistiest, put you on they heist list
How we met it must have been fate
First date, crushed grapes, we ate lobster and steak
She kept asking questions how the cash made how my rent’s paid
How many guns I sprayed and huns I laid
She said she want to have a family raise kids someday
Like out in Beverly Hills she wanna live one day
I can get with that I drop you off home
I call you hit me back
I wanna dig that and did I? I did that
Put it way up where her ribs at, her future kids had
You held out for two weeks, longer than these hoodrats
You precious more precious than lost treasure
Matter of fact I’m kinda hopin we can stay together

[Chorus]

[Nas]
I see you dressed up in white face covered in vail
Do I hear wedding bells? My dogs throwin rice
And it’s the day that your father give you away
to a real man that gently put the ring on your hand
Do we vow to stay faithful? Do more than try to
Now, look me in my eyes and say I do
Drivin off in the Rolls Royce just married on the plates
We can spend our honeymoon in the states
You can throw your friend the bouquet
Somethin in the back of my head say
For us two, maybe cuz I love you
Hug you squeeze you touch you tease you
As long as we together it’s heaven for me to please you
Won’t stop til I tell you me to beautiful
Deeper and harder love layin new with you
Runnin my fingers through your hair it’s like days can go by
while I’m wit you and I won’t even care, word

[Chorus]

[Nas]
She been with young dudes, old guys, Hindus, pa-pi’s
Colombians who cut pies, but none of them can touch Nas
Thug ones to those soft as baby shit
She been with hoodlums and those who had crazy chips
Til one day she decided to flip
It was nuttin I can do about it, like she the boss and shit
Started talkin this divorcin shit
I gave her my half rib, half my crib, half my cake
Half my car, half my kids? Can’t get that
Tried to swing on the God, had to dip that
Yo, push her on the bed, lift her leg, had to rip that
All she wanted was rough sex, with her slick ass
Had to sit back, smoke a blunt and just look
With her fine-ass body and a damn good cook
For some reason yo she had me stuck and I had her in my web too
You my queen God bless you

[Chorus 2X to fade]

Look around outside
Ain’t nothing to do but hang around
Think about all the stupid things that I’ve done
I guess I ain’t nothin’ but a clown


If I had a wish, I swear I’d wish, I’d wish for just one thing
And I don’t even like to think about all the things my wish’d bring


‘Cause I just wanna be James Dean
I just wanna be James Dean
I just wanna be James Dean
For a day


I wanna be oversexed and underworked and look at me I’m such a jerk

And I just wanna be James Dean
For a day


Think about stories of the actors and the movies stars
Sittin’ here watchin’ the old men drinkin’ at the bar
I think about Dean and all the things he should’ve tried
I think about Dean and all the ways he could’ve died
Yeah died?


And I wouldn’t give a shit about anything ’cause I’d be such a big movie star
And that don’t really do me much good just cryin’ at the bar


But I just wanna be James Dean
I just wanna be James Dean
I just wanna be James Dean
For a day


See but I’m overworked and undersexed and look at me I’m such a wreck

And I just wanna be James Dean
For a day


Going crazy ’cause I’m always all alone
Going crazy no one calls me on the phone
I think about Dean and I know Dean he wouldn’t care
If I was Dean I know there’d be somebody there
Yeah there’d be somebody there
For me?


Yeah I think about all the really cool things I could do and say
Then you go and tell me that you found out Dean was gay


No, I don’t wanna be James Dean
I don’t wanna be James Dean
I don’t wanna be James Dean
Anymore ?
Hmmm?

I could be James Dean of the music scene,
I could be a big star like the man called Queen,
I could have fly moves like a dance floor dream,
but she can’t seem to notice me.
Then whats in worth now.

Could have my teeth flashing, a Brad Pitt smile,
Could be wearing Versace cuz that’s my style,
Could have my hair cut by the extra mile,
but if she can’t make it worth my while
then what’s the point now.

I wanna know if you’re busy
I wanna know if you’re doing anything tonight
I wanna know if you miss me
I wanna know
I wanna know

I wish that i could kiss your lips,
the way that I
I want to baby.
I wish that I could be your man,
i wish that you could be my lady.

I could be sly stone of the family crew
I could be Big Daddy Warbucks and love you too
I could be knocked senseless by what you do
but if it’s pain that I’m going through it isn’t love now
I made up my own darn mind
I getting no love after all this time
I’m gonna make music ’til my brain is fried
cuz you can’t see the man inside
it ain’t enough now

I wanna know if you’re busy
I wanna know if you’re doing anything tonight
I wanna know if you miss me
I wanna know
I wanna know (repeat 2x)

I wish that i could kiss your lips,
the way that I
I want to baby.
I wish that I could be your man,
I wish that you could be my lady.

I wanna know if you’re busy
I wanna know if you’re doing anything tonight
I wanna know if you miss me
I wanna know
I wanna know (repeat 2x)

Joey was a fighter
And he fought to dream
He said someday he would have a fancy car
And he’d leave Tennessee
I was just a shy wallflower
Just a wide-eyed teenage girl
But maybe intrigue or just insanity
Made me want to enter Joey’s world
His touch made me feel beautiful
So much passion I lost my head
Chorus
He was like James Dean in Tennessee
He was a movie star
A young girl’s dream
From what I hear he could never leave
But to me he’ll always be
James Dean in Tennessee
He tired to smoke them cigarettes
And he always made me laugh
He said I’d be his pick-up truck queen
And someday I’d be his better half
I left there a year ago
And I heard the rebel went bad
That he had just served time for a minor crime
And he was livin’ with his old man
Repeat chorus
I wonder what ol’ Joey thinks
When he hears me singing on the radio
Will he ever know I loved him so
Sometimes we’re meant to stay
Sometimes we’re meant to go
Repeat chorus

James Holladay was a working man
He made his living on the land
But living alone was too much to stand
So Jim found a woman to understand

Two years passed living in joy
When out of the blue came a baby boy
Just to keep up the family name
Mister Holladay said we’ll call him little James

So you better run, run, run, run (Jim you gotta get away)
Jim, you gotta get away
You better better run, run, run, run (Jim you gotta get away)
Jim, you gotta get away
You better better run, run, run, run (Jim you gotta get away)
Jim, you gotta get away (Jim you gotta get away)

Little James became a working man
He followed his pa right across the land
At the end of the day when his work was done
He’d sit and watch the setting southern sun

Nineteen years had come and gone
Little Jimmy had grown up big and strong
He didn’t know that his time had come
When they handed him a shiny black gun

So his pa said, run, run, run, run, run, run (Jim you gotta get away)
Jim, you gotta getaway
So you better run, run, run, run, run, run, run (Jim you gotta get away)
Jim, you gotta get away
So you better run, run, run, run, run (Jim you gotta get away)
Jim, you gotta get away (Jim you gotta get away)

Run, run, run, run, run, run (Jim you gotta get away)
Jim, you gotta getaway
You better better run, run, run, run, run, run (Jim you gotta get away)
Jim, you gotta get away
You better better run, run, run, run, run, run (Jim you gotta get away)
Jim, you gotta get away
(fade)

(Girls talking on phone)

Q-Tip:
It was Friday afternoon in the middle of June
Heineken bottle caps and the aroma of boom
Around the time everybody had just got home from class
Shootin dice, talkin shit, hopin the cash would last
Yo, this was around the time when I didn’t know no better
Juney moved around in a tinted out Jetta

Phife:
Then he introduced me to that hydro smoke
Then I took one toke, yo, I almost choked
See I never smoked before and my nerves got shot
Then he told me about the party at the spot jam rock
It was guaranteed on but I said “son, chill”
There’s a joint around the way that’s supposed to be real
Word

Q-Tip:
He said we got no Js, so we gonna do it right
Hit your man’s joint first, then jam rock at one night
Then I said “aight”, then I jumped inside the jetty
Let me take a shower, I’m sweaty, and then I’ll be ready
Tonight is the night I get my groove on steady
And get my drink on with that Ford named Betty
I went upstairs to get fly, broke my tie
On some liquor, to meet my high quicker
Now, I’m tight, them know, the party is the M.O.
Me and my crew, we get it started like a demo
Eleven in the evenin, I’m feelin like a heathen
This thing is goin down and I highly doubt I’m leavin
Booty cheeks start to motion and the kids is drinkin potion
Word is bond, that Black Moon joint got me open
(Don’t front)

Consequence:
A yo, the DJ put this short groove on
The good shit that makes a kid lose his drink
Blendin Risin to the Top and got these shorties hoppin
Nuthin but coppin, ain’t no stoppin me now
Yo, I’m bound to win until that thing kicked in
The Alazay had me drunk, I don’t know where to begin(echoed)

Phife:
Not I’m feelin kinda jaded, wildly coherent
Me and the fellas acted very irreverent
Butt grabbin, mad laughin and assin

Consequence:
When that chick caught up, the shorty lookin fed up
They say you drug one with this one, gibbin with that one

Q-Tip:
A yo, I’m just doin my thing, yo I’m just havin fun
You don’t see me in here wylin pullin out no gun
Yo, I see some of that thing girl and I want some
So let’s step inside this corner so that we can rap on
Over this bumpin ass song and some Dom Perignon

Phife;
I hit ya with the good lovin plus fillet mignon
(Yeah, yeah scrammy scrams, yo, that’s that same old song)
(A yo, tell me why the hell your breath smells so strong)

Consequence;
Yo, put some brakes on your yappin or you won’t live long
(Please nigga, push on)
Alright scrams, see you later (scrams)
Can’t mess with these street sharks or these alligators

Phife:
I can’t take it no more, yo it’s damn near four
I’ve been partyin and drinkin since I came out my door

Q-Tip (Consequence)
Look at these kids about to mix it, damn, where’s the exit?
(Son, jetted to the ride and got the burner out the Lexus)
Yo, he cocked his joint back like he’s about to let him have it
(Kid, I kept it movin like the Energizer rabbit)
A yo yo, it’s time to skate, ain’t no time to contemplate
(all: Whoops, looka there, there’s Jake)

Yo, this is for motherfuckers — that talk that sellout shit

“I just want to jam for you” (repeat 2X)
“Ev-everybody get up!”
“I just want to jam for you” (repeat 2X)
“Get on up!”

“Get down, get down, on down..” like James Brown plus I get down
but for now I “Get on up!” rhythm and funk
makes you hump like Technotronic I’ll make the Jam Pump
Strong to the finish when I freak the fly gimmick like
“Du-na-da-du-duh!” without eating my damn spinach
Cause when I’m on a roll, that’s when Redman start
“to chill…” round off backflip cartwheel
“Ahhhhhh, you guessed it!” I know
when my afro grow that mean more rhymes to flow
But I continue, on the menu, and send you
on a jam that earthquakes the whole damn venue
It’s like this, it’s like that, I won’t slack
I pack more steel than the cops pack blackjacks
Word is bond, the quiet storm broke your arm
When I sound off from here all the way to Hong Kong
Drop pound for pound to throwdown and strut
Yo E what’s that funk mode? “Get on up!”

“I just want to jam for you” (repeat 2X)
“Ev-everybody get up!”
“I just want to jam for you” (repeat 2X)
“Get on up!”

Check this out here, let the rough cut cut your ear
Hit Squad’s the crew I’m twenty-two and Beck’s the beer
Float like Muhammad, roll-on like Secret
Me rip, the crowd in half on the sneak tip
til they crumble, too humble for you to stumble
I sting like a bu-bee while the others bum-bumble
Don-dan-dan, do-do-dan-ding
Extremely wild, like the hair on Don King
Cause I kick the mode to make your brain explode
It’s the HUH, the funk, now I’m known around the globe
So buckle up, hush up, while I freak the funk to get down
with the sound, grab my bozack then I freeze now…
… on your mark, get ready, get set, let’s go
with the flow to jet like Delta, or Jesse O.
Whiz with the bends I clean my front lens
with a system, that knocks harder than Rin-Tin-Tin
Without question, I’m flexy when I’m sexin
Wicked when I Kick It like A Tribe Called Quest-in
The rude Redman rip backbones and hips to bits
then split ya from your wrist to your armpits
But true indeed, since pop’s dropped the seed
I knew I’d be, the funkiest brother that ever bleeds
Rough and rugged, more nuggets in the bucket
That’s dum dum dollars, and yes Redman love it
Pound for pound, I throw down to make ya strut
Yo E what’s that funk mode? “Get on up!”

“I just want to jam for you” (repeat 2X)
“Ev-everybody get up!”
“I just want to jam for you” (repeat 2X)

Este breve homenaje
a las personas
que han dedicado su vida
a luchar por el respeto
la dignidad
y el derecho a la no integraci?n
de los primeros habitantes
de nuestras maravillosas
pero olvidadas tierras.


A Gerardo y Alicia Reichel
y por supuesto
a las nuevas generaciones.